The CEO's Trio ~ Seventeen

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*There is a mild mature scene in this chapter.

Chapter 19| Hurt.

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"Sebastian!" I called as I began to run the bath water, "Can you put the chicken in the oven?"

He didn't reply but I heard the sound of the oven door shut, so he must've done it.

I caught a glimpse of Oliver, who was running up and down the hallway, buttnaked.

Olive on the other hand was just sitting in her baby bath seat, admiring her hands. I believe she only found out they existed yesterday and couldn't stop staring at them like they were some sort of evil sea creature.

I filled up the bath to a certain level before placing Olive inside it. She kicked her legs in the water, reaching out and trying to grab the small toys that I had out inside there.

I crawled out of the bathroom and snatched Oliver. He giggled, as he tried to push my hands away and escape. I lifted him and dragged him into the bath.

Him and Olive splashed around for a little while, playing in the foamy water, while I scrubbed their bodies and washed their hair, we finished a lot quicker than I had expected.

"Who's the cutest little boy?" I cooed as I took the towel and wrapped it around Oliver, pulling him out of the bath.

"Winnie!" He exclaimed clapping his hands as I rolled my eyes, of course he'd say Winston.

I placed Oliver on the potty, so he could go if needed. I could tell he didn't like it, but surprisingly he wasn't making a fuss.

Next I took out Olive, I wrapped her towel around her small body, and began to drain the bath. Oliver stood up and grinned at me.

"Done." He pointed proudly at the potty and I clapped my hands, "Well done Oyie!" He complimented himself, as I took his hand and led him into the nursery.

First I quickly dressed up Oliver, as I could tell Olive was getting hangry, and wanted to eat.

Oliver ran off to go and find Olive and I began feeding Olive, while waiting for Sebastian to call me and tell me my chicken is ready.

Olive was such an easy baby, she never put up a fight when it came to good and almost instantly fell asleep afterwards.

But today was different, she pushed me away multiple times and kept on turning her head, almost like she wasn't hungry. But then she would cry when I left her to sleep.

I had just changed her diaper, so she wasn't uncomfortable and she kept on refusing food,  so she clearly wasn't hungry, but whenever I put her down the waterworks began.

Sebastian clearly hadn't heard me, because the smell of smoke wafted up my nose.

God, where was he?

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Olive, before rushing off downstairs to the kitchen, where my chicken was burning.

I turned off the oven, checking to see if my chicken was burnt.

"Thank you Jesus." I whispered, as I looked my perfectly cooked chicken. Olive squirmed, reaching out for the chicken, even though she couldn't eat it.

I slammed the oven door shut before running back upstairs and quickly dressing up Olive in her pyjamas.

I cut the chicken, splitting it evenly between all four of us. I wrapped Olivia's up and put it in the fridge, as she wasn't home to eat it and helped feed Oliver, even though he was capable of doing it himself.

"Where is your daddy?" I asked him, kissing his nose, making his giggle in delight. He loved all the attention.

"Dada and da car." He rambled, picking up another piece of chicken and stuffing it in his mouth. He had flicked away all the vegetables, refusing to eat them.

I handed him his bottle of milk as I pulled him out of the high chair and onto the floor. If I didn't get him to bed now then he won't sleep on time and his whole schedule would be completely messed up.

After a long hour of flipping through books, singing lullabys, and endless rocking, I was finally able to get Oliver to go to sleep.

It wasn't easy. But I could do it.

I pressed my lips to his forehead, before turning off the lights and exiting his large room.

The whole time I had listened for Sebastian's footsteps to hear if he had gone downstairs and eaten but I hadn't heard any.

I couldn't help but worry. Was he alright?

Rylee he is your boss. Your main focus should be: Get your money and GO.

Stop worrying about him.

I'm just checking up on him. Not having his babies, it'll be alright.

I walked towards his room and pressed my ear to his door.

Silence.

Maybe he's sleeping?

I pushed open the door to his bedroom, my heart pounding as I done so. I wasn't doing anything bad, I was just simply checking on him.

Deep breaths, Rylee. Don't forget to breathe.

Oh my God!

Standing in the middle of the room was Sebastian, with not one single piece of clothing on.

At that moment, I just wanted the ground to swallow me up.

"Sebastian..you are.. I didn't... this... I... erm." I stuttered nervously as I tried to keep my wandering eyes on his face.

His hair was damp and sticking to his face, and his dark eyes had a spark of amusement in them as he scanned my body and bit his pink lips.

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Finally, my eyes wandered down to his manhood.

I couldn't help it, it was just there, swinging around the place.

It was so big!

"Eyes up here, Jordan." He chuckled, turning around and picking up a towel. But he just held it, he didn't wrap it around his waist.

I could still see everything.

He was heavily built, with firm abs that looked good enough to eat. He had a statuesque body that made me feel all fuzzy inside, I tried to pry my eyes of him but he was irresistible.

The only possible thing that I could do now was turn around, so that was what I did.

"I just wanted to know if you were.. well.. alright, because well.. I um.. haven't seen you."  I stammered, trying to get the image of his body out of my head.

Why couldn't he just be old and ugly?

"I will just go now." I announced, my eyes still tightly shut as I reached for the door handle.

"I didn't say you could leave." He grabbed my wrist, pulling me backwards, his manhood pressing against me. My breathing faltered, as I felt him harden.

Deep breaths Rylee, don't forget to breathe!

I felt his cool breath fanning against my neck. He was so close to me.

He placed his hand on my bare thigh, softly caressing my skin, moving his hands upwards.

I moved my head back, resting it on his chest as he brought his fingers very close to my underwear.

In an instant, he'd spun me around and crashed his lips on mine. Pushing me up against the wall and kissing me hungrily.

His hands began searching my body, touching every possible place.

He brought his lips to my neck, and began kissing and sucking.

Moans and gasps of pleasure were continuously slipping out of my mouth, I never wanted this pleasure to end.

He pulled away, resting his hands on the wall above my head, his dark eyes were scanning my face and body, he wasn't saying anything.

He rested his head on my forehead, "Do you want me to continue?" He asked slowly, as he pushed my underwear to the side and began rubbing.

I inhaled a large amount of air and nodded. He nodded.

In a matter of second, he had picked me up and carried me to his bed, laying me down and crawling on top.

He removed my running shorts and underwear and flung them across the room. He licked his lips as he looked down.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he began stroking me. I nodded once again, reassuring him that it was alright.

He didn't need to be told twice.

Sebastian grabbed a foil wrapper and began working his magic, until I was certain that tomorrow walking my prove to me a difficult task.

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I wondered if what Sebastian and I was doing was wrong. He was my boss, and I was his children's nanny.

He was just so hard to resist. I couldn't stop thinking about him, I looked up to Sebastian who was sound asleep next to me, his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist and every time I tried to move, he'd pull me close to him. Now I was practially laying on top of him.

"Rylee." He moaned, "Stay still."

"Sorry." I mumbled, resting my head on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. Sebastian began running his fingers up and down my thigh.

I fell asleep again, listening to Sebastian's deep breathing, but when I woke up again, Sebastian wasn't there.

I sat slipping my feet in his very large pair of gucci slides. I stood up and quickly stretched, before checking the time, 11:48pm, I opened his bedroom door and strolled down the hallway until I heard Sebastian's voice.

"You must be delusional for a second, if you think that I'm going to do that." He spat, and though I couldn't see him I could tell that he was red and his eyebrows were furrowed in anger.

Then there was another man's voice, his father's voice, "You need to get your priorities straight, Sebastian Reynolds. This isn't about your silly nanny or your silly kids. This is about a buisness. My business."

There was a movement, the sound of something slamming against the wall and low murmurs. I remained silent, pressing my ear to the door as I listened up closely.

"This isn't optional, Sebastian. She's already agreed to it, and it's been made official." His father growled, "Think about what's most important here, before your fvck things up, again."

The room fell silent again.

What was going on? Who agreed to what?

The sound of the door unlocking, sent me into panic mode as I quickly jumped away from the door and ran into the nearest available room there.

I took a step backwards and fell onto the cold hard floor, most likely grazing my knee.

The sweet smell of lavender filled my nose as I sat up.

Wait, where was I?

I stood up and switched on the light. I was in a.. closet.  Fillled with all sorts of designer dresses and shoes.

Louboutin & Louis Vuitton shoes filled every shelf, Ted Baker dresses filled every inch of the small closet and make-up was spilled all over the vanity table that had been squished in a corner.

There was a small box, directly in front of me that had 'Alexander's stuff,' written on it and inside the box was picture of the little boy.

He didn't look like Oliver like I had expected him to, he had these big green eyes and this wide grin and standing next to him was a beaming Sebastian and a pregnant lady, with long blonde curls, that must've been Olivette.

Stop snooping Rylee, remember what happened last time!

I jumped to my feet and tried to open the door, it wouldn't open.

I began tugging on the door handle, trying to pry it open. It didn't even budge.

No. No. No. I was going to suffocate and die in here

I began frantically pulling on the door trying to pull it open.

"Help!" I called, I was trapped in a dark room with no air vent or windows, "Sebastian, please help." I begged, hoping he'd come and help me. I didn't want to die and I clearly couldn't open this door by myself.

"Stand back." He instructed and I stepped back until my back was touching the cold wall. I was so glad he came.

After two attempts of busting open the door, he knocked the door right of the hinges and it fell to the ground landing right in front of me.

And let me tell you, he did not look happy. He was openly glaring at me and his jaw was clenched.

I had disappointed him once again, he didn't want me looking through his stuff and I did.

He extended a hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Do you not listen to me?" He demanded, grabbing my wrist.

Seeing as there was no excuse or lie for this, I just remained quiet looking to the ground in shame.

He looked down at my knee and sighed, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me into the bathroom, clearly forgetting about his dad.

He placed me on the counter and pulled out a first aid kit.

"Honestly, you're such a klutz." He informed me, crouching down and tending to my poor knee. It was cute watching his eyebrows furrow in irritation as he cleaned out my cut.

"No, I'm not." I argued, childishly crossing my arms; "I just.. heard something I don't think I was supposed to hear."

Sebastian stuck the plaster on my knee and rose to his feet, bringing his face close to mine.

He placed his hand on my cheek and brought his lips close to mine.

"I'm bad for you Rylee. I'm going to hurt you in the worst way possible." He muttered, his breath hot and heavy.

I could feel the tingles shoot through my body, as I sat still and waited from him to kiss me and I would forget everything.

His lips had that type of affect on me.

I was certain he was going to kiss me, but instead he just walked away leaving me speechless, hurt and confused.

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🔹What's going on? What is the cause Sebastians sudden change of heart?

🔹Did he mean what he said?